an exercise in patience. an exercise in exercise (no idea why i’m not yoked yet since i refuse electric egg beaters every time i’m confronted with the task of whipped cream). tastes better with love and elbow grease. she whip on my cream till the peaks are stiff.
two women next to me on the train are having an insightful heart to heart. a guy behind me is clearly flirting with this girl and you can tell it’s mutual. we all have rich, rich inner lives :)
